Drive, One Word At A Time

OneWord :  Drive

“Shut up and drive!”  I said as I got in and slammed the passenger door.  I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to think.  I knew if I didn’t get out right then I was going to strangle her with my bare hands.I wanted to hit him, hit something, hit it as hard as I could and then hit it again.  I just sat there as the car flew down the road.  Breathe.  It will pass.


You don’t have what it takes they said.  They said it takes drive and stamina.  You have to want it more than you have ever wanted anything, they said.  They said you have to want it more than having your own life, more than your family, more than chocolate cheesecake.  That’s when they lost me.


The drive was the best part.  The road wound in and out of trees with peeks at the ocean, then around a curve and there it is spread out before you like some kind of Neptune’s feast all sunlight glitter and windy waves.  Makes you want to point the car straight out, gas it and just keep going, skipping across the top of the water.


3 thoughts on “Drive, One Word At A Time

  1. paschal

    Drive it, girl. These are gorgeous prose poems. I was jammin’ and laughin’ on That’s when they lost me, and then you hit me with that Neptune’s feast. Molto bene.

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